Page 63 of Go Cook Yourself

I deliberate whether I’m happy that he’s about to yank off my favourite bra. My pussy says yes, it practically pulsates the word, but my bank balance says a very definite no. He doesn’t hurt the bra at all. Instead, he pulls down a cup, and with his fingers, still wet from me, he runs the tips across my hardened nipples.

“I know you shouldn’t mix business with pleasure, but I’d love to cover these nipples with melted chocolate before licking it off.”

“I could find you some.” My voice is barely a rasp. I’m so fucking needy, and it’s all because of him.

He chuckles again. “Another time.”

And with every fibre of my being, I hope to all the presenters ofBake OffandMasterChef, current and legends, that there willbe a next time, and it will involve every sugary sweet morsel ever created. And maybe ice, too.

His tongue replaces his fingers, and before I can consider which I prefer more, his fingers slide into my knickers and run in circles around my clit.

“Mary Berry,” I gasp before squeezing my eyes tightly closed. Shit, I cried out the name of a former baking show judge. Is that my way of blaspheming? It’s never happened before.

“Mary Berry?” At his laughter, I open one eye, then the other. His grin is broad, and a zip of joy explodes in my chest. I love that even pleasure with him is filled with fun. “Please don’t tell me you shout Gordon Ramsay when you come, or I’ll have to edge you all night.”

I glare at him, but the beginning of a smile and wrinkly nose give away my true emotions. “There’s one way to find out what I shout when I come. I hoped it would be Garett Kelsey, but I can’t promise.”

“We’d best find out, then.” And that’s when his whole body moves down. He kisses my inner thighs, and I swear he’s trying to leave love bites as he sucks and nibbles at my flesh.

His fingers go to my knickers, and I lift my bum so he can pull them down my legs. I’m rewarded with another “good girl” in a voice so deep it caresses my soul.

He slides the knickers down my legs with his kisses trailing behind them. I want to pull his head back to my pussy. I want him to lick it or finger it or do whatever else he can. But maybe he senses this because he does everything to avoid it.

“Garett,” I growl.

“Yes, Ruby.” There’s amusement behind his words. “What do you want?”

I grind my teeth, which I’m sure amuses him, too. It’s just no-strings. There’s no pressure, and I can say what I want without consequences.

“Lick my pussy now.” I close my eyes in preparation for his teasing, but instead, stars pulsate across my vision from one swipe of his tongue.

My moan elicits more of the same. One hand continues to play with my nipples while the other slides a finger inside me. Maybe it’s because he’s a chef, but he’s fantastic at multitasking. He’s licking and sucking as I ride his fingers. He’s pinching and circling, and fuck knows what because every bit of pleasure I never knew existed fills my body.

I grip and squeeze the blankets, desperate to hold onto something as I swear my body tries to levitate off the bed. I don’t know if it goes on for minutes or hours. It’s like I’m on the highest sugar hit as he swirls his tongue around my clit while pressing his fingers deeper and deeper inside me. He hits that G-spot that even I thought was a myth.

I jerk off the bed before wrapping my thighs around Garett’s head. I’m moving my body in time with his fingers, crying out in pleasure as my climax nears. His fingers drag me closer to it with each press. He sucks my clit between his lips and thrusts a second finger inside me.

I come so hard that I would have fallen off the bed if I hadn’t been anchored to his face. Stars, fireworks, and even giant fairy lights fill my head as I scream his name. I ride out the orgasm like it’s something I’ve always done.

I pant nonsensical words and come off the highest high.

He murmurs, “That should help you sleep.”

“I’m not done yet.”

“I haven’t got a condom, Rubes.” My mind is a mess, and his thick cock that I’m absentmindedly stroking isn’t helping either. It looks massive in my tiny hands. I want it inside me. Suddenly, I remember what Amber told me a couple of weeks before.

“My sister keeps condoms here. She and Kalen were going to have sex in here, but they didn’t make it beyond the car park. Hence why there are twins on the way.”

Garett’s laughter amps up my arousal. I run across the mezzanine floor naked, feeling his eyes track me.

“Turn around slowly,” he demands, but instead, I throw the condom at him and cock my hip, shoving my fist on it. “Everything about you is sexy, especially your attitude.”

I’m practically glowing. Surely, your first time with someone new is meant to be an awkward fumble and embarrassing in places. This is like a perfect dream.

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes, but I can’t tear the grin from my face. He fists his cock as he watches me.

“Please spin slowly, Rubes. I want to see every inch of you. I never want to forget this image.” That’s not something you say to a hookup, but I throw my hands in the air, and I comply. I can’t get enough of how he worships my body. “Now get over here and ride me.”

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